The eldest princess nodded slightly: "We found out. She was the eldest daughter of the Minister of Revenue, a girl who strictly adhered to the rules. The Minister's mansion announced that she died suddenly from an acute illness." Her tone was quite regretful.
Xiao Jingzhao frowned slightly, concealing the regret in his eyes.
He wanted to ask if they had found out who had given him the aphrodisiac, but since the princess hadn't said anything, it meant they hadn't found out.
Next month, winter will arrive, and it will snow in the capital. He needs to leave quickly and return to Yannan.
The eldest princess personally escorted Xiao Jingzhao and his entourage out of the princess's residence.
Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Xiao Jingzhao didn't have time to investigate who poisoned him. If Xiao Jingzhao hadn't been in such a hurry to return to Yannan, he would surely have been able to follow the clues and trace it back to the person in the palace.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Jingzhao's dark phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
The capital city was filled with singing and dancing, a world apart from the scene he had witnessed on his way there.
Seeing his master's cold expression, Xiang Song dared not mention that matter.
He sighed and said, "Emperor Renzong loved his people like his own children. If he had known that his descendants were so useless, he would probably be turning in his grave."
Xiao Jingzhao pursed his thin lips, his eyes filled with even greater determination.
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As the autumn wind blows, the fiery red leaves sway gracefully on the branches, like burning flames.
A red leaf drifted down in the wind and landed right on Jiang Shuyue's hair.
She paid no heed to the picturesque scenery before her, her hands never stopping as she continued gathering herbs.
"Miss, these herbs are all withered and yellowed. Can they really remove scars?"
Qiuju carried a bamboo basket in her hand, her eyes occasionally glancing into the grass.
Yesterday, the young lady went out to collect herbs and found several eggs. She hopes to see more eggs today.
They ate irregularly in the village, sometimes getting full and sometimes hungry, and both of them lost weight.
Jiang Shuyue said without looking up, "We'll know if it works or not after we try. The scar isn't on my face, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't go away."
"Miss, how can it be alright? The flesh on my buttocks is all pitted and uneven."
"Can't sit still on the bench?"
Qiuju shook her head: "No, this servant is worried that if you have more scars, Miss, the young master will not like you in the future."
Jiang Shuyue almost laughed out of anger at Qiu Ju's words.
She put all the herbs she had collected into the bamboo basket, patted the dust off her hands, and said, "Silly girl, as long as you are happy in life, why do you have to think about pleasing others? If someone likes you, they will think you are perfect even if you are missing a finger."
"Qiuju, look, why are there a few more eggs here?"
Upon hearing Jiang Shuyue's shout, Qiuju turned around and saw eight eggs lying on the withered grass by the roadside.
Qiuju's eyes lit up. She looked around and, seeing no one coming, quickly squatted down, picked up the eggs, and put them into the bamboo basket.
Then cover it tightly with herbs.
"Miss, let's come back tomorrow," Qiuju said in a low voice.
Jiang Shuyue nodded.
As winter approached, the tenants' rent was collected, and everyone had nothing to do.
After the two women lay in bed for a few days, the head housekeeper ordered them to work in the kitchen.
Seeing that everyone in the kitchen had left, the two women stayed behind to clean up. Qiuju secretly took out the eggs she had hidden in her bosom and boiled them.
In the stillness of the night, listening to Qiu Ju's even breathing, Jiang Shuyue slowly opened her eyes.
In the days leading up to her injury, she tried to move as little as possible, and all she learned to do was retrieve eggs from space using her mind.
She hadn't even been inside the thatched hut in the space yet.
With a thought, she entered the space, and this time she stood very steadily.
On the distant grassland, chickens and sheep foraged for food on their own. She walked towards the spring, where the water was crystal clear.
She scooped up some spring water and drank a few mouthfuls; it was sweet and delicious, like nectar.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Jiang Shuyue felt refreshed after drinking the spiritual spring water.
She arrived at the thatched hut and prayed silently that there was a bed and blankets inside.
I gently pushed open the door and was stunned by what I saw.
The room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, and a tall medicine cabinet stood against the wall.
There was a medicine grinder in one corner of the room. She quickly went over and opened the drawer labeled "Poria cocos".
Inside was a whole drawer full of high-quality Poria cocos.
Opening the other drawers revealed that they contained the medicinal herbs labeled on the drawers.
Her face flushed with excitement. This was wonderful! With these medicinal herbs, she could open a clinic and support herself.
There were also tables and chairs inside, and a first-aid kit on the table.
She eagerly opened the medicine kit, which contained a stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, acupuncture needles, disposable syringes, and other items—everything she needed.
She excitedly pushed another door, but it wouldn't budge.
She turned to look at the other door, walked over and gently pushed it, but it still wouldn't open.
She left the room, comforting herself that one should be content; opening one of the three rooms was already quite good.
She found that she wasn't cold even though she was wearing a thin nightgown, and the temperature in the room was neither too hot nor too cold, which was very comfortable.
In a field next to the house, the rice seedlings were lush and green.
There are sweet potatoes, corn, and cotton.
The stream behind the house flows gently, and the pebbles at the bottom of the stream are clearly visible.
She was unaware of the time difference between this space and the outside world, and was about to pack up the eggs before heading out.
Seeing several bamboo baskets under the eaves, she picked them up and walked towards the chicken coop on the grass.
What appeared before me was a whole nest of eggs.
She counted them; there were twenty eggs in one henhouse, and in ten henhouses, there were a total of two hundred eggs.
She regretted it a little; if she had known there were so many eggs, she should have taken out more today.
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